Franz Kafka. Diaries (№ 130843)

My good condition no time and rights to natural development; the bad, on the contrary, they are more than required. I now suffer from a condition with the ninth number, nearly ten days how to calculate in the diary. Yesterday I again went to bed with a flaming head, and was about to be glad that bad time is over, and already begin to fear that I will have trouble sleeping. But it passed, I slept pretty well, and awake bad.